Say you’ll see me again: standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe, red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.
Say you’ll see me again: standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe, red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.
I’ve moved over here. Still HEAVILY under construction. But I’m working on getting set up.
I’ve moved over here. Still HEAVILY under construction. But I’m working on getting set up.
I’ve moved over here. Still HEAVILY under construction. But I’m working on getting set up.
I’ve moved over here. Still HEAVILY under construction. But I’m working on getting set up.
really serious question
Would anyone follow me if I started over?
I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I think I’d like to get away from having Wanda and Jess as sideblogs and move them to main blogs (as they are and always will be be my mains). I would probably put Betty as a sideblog under Wanda and Foggy as a sideblog under Jess.
I wouldn’t necessarily be dropping anyone or any threads. But I would COMPLETELY understand if you wanted to drop me in the move.
STARTER CALL: LIKE OR REBLOG FOR A STARTER. As always, will be selective. Open through Saturday.
@scarletwiitchisms hit the thing for a starter
“Wanda?” Betty frowned and knocked on the girl’s door. She sounded distressed, like she was having a nightmare. But Betty didn’t want to intrude. “Are you alright?”
The Emperor's New Groove {Sentence Starters}
Also Betty needs more platonic things. So while I pretend to be a serious roleplayer, you can like my starter call, send me memes, or hit up my IM/askbox for plotting. :D
STARTER CALL: LIKE OR REBLOG FOR A STARTER. As always, will be selective. Open through Saturday.
@gammachangedbanner hit the thing for a starter
“They want you to come back, Bruce.” Betty frowned as she leaned against the door frame. He wasn’t quite letting her in the little apartment yet. “You should stay away. Thunderbolt... it’s not good.”
Bruce frowned, jaw clenching as he settled, visibly and emotionally. He was still a little shaky, fingers flexing in a nervous way. He chewed on his lip, sighing softly. He knew she would’ve done all those things for him, but what about her dreams? Her goals? Nothing would be the same just because she was with him, and he didn’t know if he could do that. didn’t know if he could handle ruining her life. “I love you.” He said quietly, looking down to his hands. “That’s never going to change. But I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get certain things in your life.”
“Nobody gets everything they want in life, Bruce.” Betty frowned, looking down at the floor. “The world isn’t perfect and we’re all just trying to do the best we can with what we can get. I love you and I would love to have a family with you. But it doesn’t change how I feel about you if I can’t. I can be happy without children, too.”
Bruce looked at her, frowning. “Are you?” He asked softly, chewing on his lip. “Are you - can you be happy like that? Knowing that you won’t be able to have children with me? Not without a really high risk?” He asked, his voice shaky. “Cause I don’t know if I can. I just.. It makes me feel like I’m not good enough for you, like I can’t give you what you deserve. - and you do.”
“I am happy, Bruce,” Betty was insistent. Perhaps a little angry with him. With his constant second-guessing and thinking he wasn’t enough for her. She wouldn’t lose him again. It didn’t matter to her if her life didn’t turn out the way she thought it would have anymore. “I want to be with you. However it works for us. I don’t need kids or a picket fence or any of that. I mean... I would’ve gone on the run with you, you know? Would’ve followed you anywhere no matter the risk. Because being with you makes me happy...”